My fiance is currently having the exact location of her nipples noted down by an older Scottish bloke, and I’ve just asked for the opportunity to spend a weekend in Helsinki with Kylie Minogue dancing in gild hot pants. (Me not her oddly).
Its a funny old life we’re living. I sometimes envy those of you who know exactly what your doing next Tuesday, it must be a comfort to know that you can, you know, eat and stuff. People always tell you as an actor you’re likely to be destitute but its odd. Heff and I bring in less between us than most of our friends and family do solo but we have a nice flat and eat. Actual food too, we’re not taking sustenance by chewing over the tasty morsels of our dreams.
We’re lucky, we know that. Could be luckier though, could akways be luckier. Last night for instance I bought a lottery ticket, just one number. I mean what are the chances?
The lady has returned, nipples duly noted. I’ll let you know what happens with the hot-pants. X
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